The New Immortal

As I awakened, all I could feel was a throbbing pain in my head. I was in a strange state. Everything around me was surreal, like it wasn’t really there, but it was. I looked around and realized that I was in the local cornfield, though I had no idea how I got there. Fortunately, I knew my way home. I promptly started on my way back. While I was walking, I tried as hard as I could to remember what happened, and how I ended up in the cornfield, but I could remember nothing. What concerned me more was that the strange surreal feeling I had when I woke up was not going away. It felt as though I was disconnected from the world, but somehow still living there.
After walking for a little over an hour, I reached my house. I could see my parents inside through the window. They were eating dinner. I started up the walkway and entered through the front door. Something wasn’t right. My parents didn’t seem to notice that I was home. I entered the kitchen and sat down with them at the table. Why couldn’t they see me? My heart began racing, and I started to sweat. “I’m right here!” I yelled. Their response was to continue eating their dinners. I couldn’t understand why I was invisible to my own parents. In a desperate attempt to get their attention, I stormed over to the counter and swiped my hands across it trying to knock all of the dishes onto the floor, but I couldn’t. My hands passed right through everything I touched. I was in a state of shock and panic. Something was terribly wrong with me. I walked over to my mom at the table, and slowly reached out to touch her, but my hand passed right through her just like the dishes. It was then that I began to put things together. I had woken up confused and disoriented in a cornfield, disconnected from the world. My parents couldn’t hear me or see me. My body passed through anything I tried to touch. I then had the most frightening realization I had ever had. I was dead.
At that point, it all started coming back to me in short visions of my last day. I saw myself walking home alone from school through the cornfield feeling as though someone was watching me the whole time. I always walk through the cornfield on my way home because it’s much shorter than taking the roads. My mom glanced at the clock in the kitchen and then commented to my dad that she was surprised I had not returned yet. My heart sank, knowing that I would not be returning home. I was suddenly struck in the back of the head and fell to the ground. I looked up and saw a faceless man looking down at me, but I could not identify him. My dad attempted to comfort her by saying he was sure that I would be home soon, but I could see the worry on his face. As I was recalling my murder, I saw the man mouthing inaudible words to me. Though I couldn’t hear what he said, the evil, twisted look in his eyes said it all. His face was starting to become clear, but I was still unsure of who we was. My parents continued to worry about me. My mom walked across the kitchen, picked up the phone, and began dialing. I wasn’t going to answer. I suddenly fell to the cold kitchen floor, gasping at the intense pain in my stomach, and then another in my back. He pulled the knife out, and my body tensed up. As I began to cough up blood, I looked up at the man’s face. This time I recognized him. He turned and walked away, leaving me to die.
Now that the vision of my death was over, I picked myself up off the kitchen floor. For the next two hours, I watched my parents become increasingly more worried about me. My mom tried to call me twelve times. I counted. My dad paced between the kitchen and the living room trying to think of where I might have been. I could tell that they were both desperately hoping that I was okay. Finally, at 8:22, they called the police and reported me missing. The police immediately began searching for me. It didn’t take them long. At 9:14, there was a knock on the door. I could feel how nervous my parents were as they went to answer it. They were hoping to see an officer standing on our front steps with me next to him, but I think they knew just as well as I did that that was not going to happen. I stood with them in front of the door, and as they opened it, I was face to face with my murderer, Officer Seth Brown. “I have bad news,” he said to my parents. He was quite an actor, but something was off about him. He knew I was there. He could feel my rage toward him. I had the ability to connect with those who were still living through intense emotion. It was then that I realized why I was still on earth. It was my unfinished business to avenge the man who killed me and to make sure that he never killed again.

Setting Exercise

As I opened my eyes, all I could see was water surrounding the tiny desert island that I was on. I could remember nothing. Where I was, or how I got there. I was beginning to panic. I could not imagine how I would be able to get off this island and go home. As I stood there making sense of the situation, the white hot sand began to burn my feet, so I made my way towards the water. I stood at the shoreline and took several deep breaths. The sound of the waves washing up on the soft, moist sand, and the salty smell of the ocean calmed me down. Quickly, I realized that I would need somewhere to sleep that night. I gathered a few fallen palm leaves and set them upon a loosely packed pile of dry sand to create a bed for myself. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
Night was completely different than day. It was cold, and the ocean spray from the harsh, nighttime wind made it worse. My bed was not comfortable either. The dead palm leaves that I had collected were prickly and sharp, which made it nearly impossible to sleep on them. When I finally fell asleep, it was not nearly as restful as I had hoped. I woke up several times in the middle of the night, shivering violently, and I would have to pull one of the palm leaves over my body for warmth. After a struggle to get through the night, I opened my eyes, and I saw day, and I wondered what my second day on the Island would bring.

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